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with their reaction, I lean back, laughing to myself as they all run into each other, clearly not having planned an effective escape route.
    Dumbasses.
    Shaking my head, I bring my attention back to Kaeleb, who’s watching my silent threat with humor-filled eyes.
    “Don’t you have something to do?” I inquire. “Like go talk to someone who actually would like to reciprocate?”
    His lips jerk upward as he attempts to fight yet another annoying smile…and loses. “Yes, I guess I could do that. But I’m talking to you, which is like pulling teeth. I find it fascinating, so if you don’t mind, I think I’ll just stay put for now. I’m always up for a good challenge.” He tilts his head. “So I’ll ask again…what drives this lack of fondness for conversation and people?”
    Tightening my gaze at his audacious tone, the hold on the fork in my hand hardens as I lean forward, attempting the most ferocious glare I can muster. With the cat eyes, I’m pretty sure I look downright terrifying right now.
    “You really want to know?” I mock his stupid head cock and raise my brow.
    Okay, maybe not so terrifying because he counters with some kind of sexy smirk that probably rips the panties off of normal girls. With me, it only manages to get my panties in a wad.
    “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t,” he counters.
    The look in his eyes tells me he won’t be giving up anytime soon, and the fact that he seems so blasé about it all just further peeves me off.
    Fuck it. He asked for it. It’s his funeral.
    “People die around me.”
    The panty-sweltering grin disappears right along with the coloring in his face as his head jerks back.
    “What? What do you mean? Like, you kill them?” He narrows his eyes, assessing me before seemingly drawing his own conclusion. Humor once again settles into his features as he leans toward me and lowers his voice, whispering, “Do you shank people, Raven?”
    I refuse to smile, but a tiny breath of laughter bubbles into my throat and out through my nose. “No, I don’t kill people. Or shank them, idiot.”
    After watching him for a while I release a long breath, the all too familiar morbidity of the conversation suddenly draining my energy. As much as I would like to pretend that I’m like every other normal girl traipsing through the cafeteria at the moment, I’m just not. I never will be.
    I clear my throat and finish my statement with ample warning. “They just tend to meet an untimely death, and if you knew what was good for you, you would cease this random line of questioning or there’s a likely chance that you could drop dead tomorrow.”
    His breath stalls and I can’t help but feel victorious and very self-satisfied with the delivery of my message. That is until he draws a huge breath of air into his lungs and then proceeds to laugh in my face.
    Right. In. My. Face.
    And he continues laughing. So loud, in fact, that he begins to draw very unwelcome attention to our table. Questioning stares are all I see as he slams his hand down on the table repeatedly, bending at the waist, hiccupping as though I just told the most hilarious joke he’s ever heard.
    Literally sinking into my seat, my face heats with embarrassment and I have no choice but to watch his overtly conspicuous reaction, until he finally rises and leans back against his chair, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes as he reclines.
    “Pheeeeeew,” he draws out breathlessly. “It’s just so funny. I’m sorry.”
    He’s totally not sorry.
    “ What’s so funny?” I inquire, finally rising in my seat and cupping my free hand across my forehead, throwing my hair forward in an attempt to just disappear from the humiliation that is this moment.
    Slicing the fork still within my grasp through the mystery meat, I vow to chew and swallow as quickly as possible so that we can just get the hell out of here. Just before it hits my lips, Kaeleb leans forward and points at my plate, stalling my attempt